(Refrain / Tyler Durdin) Hot rides, drop tops, black skies Red flags, dark hoodies, crack buys Blue pills, white lighters, snack pies Dime bags, no gimmicks, stacked lines Money rules, green lights, cash prize Bo-degas, street dealers, fat thighs Gold suits, malt liquor, bad signs Dead bodies, yellow tape, sad times
(Che Baroch) i yes i walk a little higher when i want what’s mine i get what i desire yeah i might be spoiled but you’re expired i’ll burn everything and say you lit the fire yeah i know i have what you admire but what you want you never could acquire i don’t need you in our choir your voice is not the sound that we would call inspired i can buy anything, love and peace and suffering nothing could ever bring me down i burn the candle at both ends save my soul the more i spend i was born to wear a king’s crown
(Refrain / Tyler Durdin) Hot rides, drop tops, black skies Red flags, dark hoodies, crack buys Blue pills, white lighters, snack pies Dime bags, no gimmicks, stacked lines Money rules, green lights, cash prize Bo-degas, street dealers, fat thighs Gold suits, malt liquor, bad signs Dead bodies, yellow tape, sad times
(Tyler Durdin) No hope, no justice, no peace No games, just players, no teams If there’s money to make you better ask me I know every single way to shake a tax fee Underprivileged you villains thinkin’ you craft-y You still makin’ a mil feelin’ I’m cash free Just envision a livin down to your last g You go missin’ no mission to find ya past three No degree, no parents, down to yer last swing Ain’t no catchin’ a break or even a taxi Yeah I’m packing I’ll fire before you blast me Flyin’ solo no empire that can catch me
(Refrain / Tyler Durdin) Hot rides, new clothes, black ties Late nights, yellow moons, red eyes Pink diamonds, blue notes, light skies Gray matter, two tones, white wines Hangovers, green leaves, caffeine Dry roast, fat bottoms, black queens Final script, no budget, last scenes Condominiums, first class, glass screens
(Tyler Durdin) If there’s money to make you better ask me I know every single way to shake a tax fee Overzealous you fellas need a vaccine I’m outlasting you because you lacking The brass beads that fasten to your brass beam You keep fishing but we doing the casting Get it… I don’t act it I live it You just mad you a digit from maxed out the limit All you cats is a menace to society Who deserve to be punished for your rioting Man that Fox on the news never lied to me? All you do is get high and blame anxiety Fight power, steal cars, act out, and get pissed No complaints here all I do is get rich What’s that? Maybe we should get switched? I got a better plan maybe you should get fixed
(Che Baroch) i yes i walk a little higher when i want what’s mine i get what i desire yeah i might be spoiled but you’re expired i’ll burn everything and say you lit the fire yeah i know i have what you admire but what you want you never could acquire i don’t need you in our choir your voice is not the sound that we would call inspired
(Refrain / Tyler Durdin) Hot rides, new clothes, black ties Late nights, yellow moons, red eyes Pink diamonds, blue notes, light skies Gray matter, two tones, white wines Hangovers, green leaves, caffeine Dry roast, fat bottoms, black queens Final script, no budget, last scenes Condominiums, first class, glass screens
credits
from More Than Blue,
released January 1, 2016
Written by Nathan Adamus (Tyler Durdin) & Ben Oh (Che Baroch)
Vocals: Che Baroch, Tyler Durdin
Guitar/Bass: Che Baroch
Drums: Kevin Abbenante
